You’ll hear me cry, I’ll shake you from your sleep
"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cries
Publisher: OSTEROZHNA! MUSIC
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
I’ve known no love, I've seen no mother’s joy
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died"
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
On a rooftop, in dead of night
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
My fortunes made, I’ll shake you from your sleep
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
Songwriter: Colin Patrick Meloy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
Her cheeks are blushing, her legs lay bare
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
To hear me weep, your day will come indeed
And shipwrecked there, I’ll shake you from your sleep